Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.